A Tale of Mischief and Mutants part 2

Gruesomely Awful Dream

—-Sam—-

I wake up to the sadly familiar scene of Loki tossing and turning in his sleep. I turn on the lights and shake him to wake him up. I see he's been crying in his sleep so I prepare to disarm him or defend myself from him. My wrists really hurt but I should still be able to defend myself fine. He jolts awake but instead of attacking like he usually would after a nightmare that bad, he stops like a deer in headlights looking at me with tearstained cheeks and confused eyes as if not believing I'm real after whatever he saw.

"You're... you're safe? ...It was a dream?"

His voice has a quality to it similar to how a child would ask a parent about monsters in their closet. He looks so scared and innocent at this moment it's hard to believe he's the guy so many people are scared shitless of. I take his hand.

"It's alright, honey I'm right here, I'm safe."

At my response he quickly wraps his arms around me and pulls himself closer as if afraid I'll dissolve away. Whatever was in his dream took its toll on him and somehow I end up pretty much holding him as he clings to me.

"They took you."

"It's alright, I'm ok Lo', I'm not going anywhere remember?"

He nods slightly. I brush my hand through his hair. He's still really worked up and is crying into my shoulder. I reassure him again.

"You're stuck with me, I'm safe."

"They forced..."

He gives up on finishing that sentence though I think I know what he was going to say. My heart is heavy thinking of just how distraught he must've been thinking it was real remembering how real my similar dream felt while it was happening.

"...I-I couldn't stop them."

He says this in a bit of a panic. My heart threatens to break at the state he's in. There's nothing I can do to change what his mind made him see so I just focus on trying to comfort him. I just keep holding him and running my fingers through his hair trying to help him calm down from his panic attack. They're most often triggered by his ptsd and he doesn't get them nearly as often as I do so it's not diagnosed as a disorder but when he does get them they're possibly worse than mine almost like they build up over time.

"Shh baby it's ok. It wasn't real I'm right here. They can't hurt me here."

He continues crying for a bit as I continue to comfort him. This is worrying to me, I don't know specifically what he saw but I have
A general idea and the way it happened had to have been gruesomely awful for it to get this profound of a reaction out of him. He eventually calms down a little and we lay back down though he still clings to me like he's afraid to loose me.

I take my phone somehow managing despite my throbbing wrists and text Thor about my prescription realizing that with everything else that happened we forgot to get it yesterday.